The world is in turmoil and incredibly as it seems those who are directly and personally responsible for the terrible mess that we’re in unsurprisingly like the purblind morons that they are and seemingly oblivious or else uncaring of the cataclysmic state of affairs they’ve inconceivably fashioned and asininely carry on with, rather than sensibly climb out of the hole they’ve created, caused us to be in and likewise stop hindering and allow the rest of us to do the same, they nevertheless like the dead-beat imbeciles that they are, and frankly that’s putting it mildly, relentlessly carry on with their incomprehensible and utterly catastrophic digging!

We’re well into the festive season and while I’m sure that no mature and responsible person would care either intentionally or indirectly to impinge on the pleasurable pursuits of others, whatever these may consensually be, consensual none the less is the operative word here I think, and to that I would also add an informed consensus between those directly involved. You wouldn’t be that enamoured if I went to the travel agents and bought first class tickets for my Partner and me to spend whatever time we felt like, of our own choosing, in Barbados and then had the bill for our flights to and from that Caribbean island paradise as well as all the extra costs of our sojourn there unwarrantedly and without your knowledge or financial consent fully paid for by you, would you?

A hypothetical question being posed I know as neither I nor my other half would ever contemplate having freebees from anyone as we’re both perfectly capable of meeting our own financial arrangements and have always done so, not that you knew that but I’m telling you all the same to forcefully hammer home the point that I’m making. With intrinsically personal relationships, and that most unquestionably includes sexual ones, comes responsibilities. So shag all you want, these festivities or at any other time you wish to and good luck to you as long as it isn’t rape! But while my Partner who is German and pays her taxes and National Insurance in her native country, I’m British and most of mine are and have for decades now been paid understandably in my home country of Britain.

And what I’m saying is, that in the same way you wouldn’t want me billing you for the pleasure that my Partner and I have in Barbados I most certainly in a country, and I’m referring to the United Kingdom, where illegitimacy has gone through the roof and is now quite prevalent across the board and includes very underage participants – children giving birth to children – while I don’t mind, as I never have done, paying my fair whack towards the upkeep of my country and ostensibly yours as well, I sure as hell don’t see why I should carry on and furthermore have that burden grotesquely increased, and upwards to 18 years after that lustful event, for somebody else’s irresponsible and licentious sexual pleasure when on the other hand I’m personally behaving myself in that regard as responsible as any human being possibly can!

I want to see Britain genuinely proud as a nation but of positive things; not as the global capital of paedophilia, sexual bullying and even associated murder, coupled with rampant bastardy across the board among other disreputable and heinous things; regardless of whom or what age groups are involved. And I make no apologies whatsoever for making those remarks.

Regardless of whom you are or how clever you consider yourself to be no one person or even a collective of such individuals have the full mastery of love, and in my opinion never will. For love is as complex a subject matter as any specific subject matter could ever be, since it impacts in a diversity of ways, at some time or other, on every aspect of our human emotions whether we intend for this to be the case or not.

That said, there are certain guidelines one should follow, plus the genuine acknowledgement too that comes from learning from mistakes personally made or that one has observed others having made, and through those processes ensuring that you successfully get through if not managing however to fully master the complexities of love. So if anyone should in earnest tell you that they know all about love or have the answers to love’s multifaceted problems, just politely ask them to go and see a good psychiatrist.

However, for all that, I’d much prefer the complexities of love any day of the week than the mundane aspects of a situation where you knew precisely how things will turn out and everything will be completely immersed in blanket conformity. Personally, I can’t think of anything more boring. But then each to his or her own!

Thursday, 24 December 2015

On the eve of what in western tradition among most Christians like me is the commemorative birthday of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, I would like to extend my sincerest and best wishes to all my family members and friends happily ensconced in different parts of the world; all those encouraging, kind-hearted and constructive appreciators of my literary works, and all genuine Christians and other likeminded people globally regardless of your race, skin colour, ethnicity, gender, nationality, place of birth, social status, religion or none who genuinely aspire for and are themselves working in their own inimitable way for a better world for all of us. A Happy and Blessed Christmas to you and a most rewarding 2016 and many future years to come and truly enjoy!

I was brought up in a practising, High Church Anglican, Christian family and community. Christened a fortnight after I was born I regularly attended church and by the age of eleven had played a number of meaningful roles in the congregation of my church from choirboy, Sunday school pupil, altar server to communicant and even that of god-parent.

My religion, family and cultural upbringing are the indestructible bedrock of core values that from birth have profoundly shaped my life and still do. No proselytizing or religious zealot me I even so exist comfortably and assuredly in the Castle of my conjoined Christian and ethical beliefs and which have always stood me in good stead when faced with particularly trying situations.

And the purpose of this poem isn’t to convert you or anyone else to Christianity or any other religious faith for that matter, less so to implant in you my moral concepts, which you don’t know of anyway, but simply to tell you if you didn’t already know or else give you a gentle reminder, if it has conveniently slipped your mind for whatever reason, that life is about choices. And since each of us who is psychologically sound in mind is still in possession of that freedom of choice accorded to everyone of us from birth, what decisions we make are our own and for which, successfully or disastrously so, we must ultimately face up to reality and take full responsibility at all times for them; either in this life or the next!

Have a Happy Christmas and a rewarding New Yea! And Very Best Wishes – Stanley V. Collymore, Snr.

I was seven years old when I had a falling out with Santa Claus that would become permanent. Earlier that year and having been exceedingly good throughout it, as I normally was, I wrote to Santa asking him if I could have a cricket bat engraved with the names of any of my three cricketing heroes – I’m a staunch cricket fan – the 3 Ws, Worrrell, Weekes and Walcott, or preferably all three of them if he could manage that.

I subsequently in return got a letter from Santa Claus promising me that he would fulfil my wish; and pleased as anyone could possibly be by the fact of knowing that a special wish of theirs would be forthcoming I couldn’t wait for the onset of Christmas, which was always a festive and religious season that I looked forward to and thoroughly enjoyed, to happen. Furthermore, this time I told family members and friends who asked me what I wanted them to get me for Christmas that the choice as usual was entirely theirs but they were not to get me a cricket bat as Santa Claus was already doing that.

But Christmas came and went, and while I got loads of presents from lots of people Santa Claus never delivered on his promise nor did he bother to send me an explanation for what he did, or more fittingly didn’t do. So instead I wrote him a terse letter telling him what I thought of him and calling him a miserly prat. He must have taken umbrage to that but I didn’t care and readily forgot all about him.

Fast forward to my early adulthood and Santa Clause with his reindeer recommenced driving his sleigh over the roofs of whatever home I was living in; ridiculous really as none of them ever had any chimneys, a specific thing with me. And with good reason! I’m a staunch environmentalist and eschew polluting the atmosphere with the residue from fossil fuels and instead opted for insulated lofts, solar panel roofs and state of the art central heating, so there were no chimneys attached to any of my homes for this rotund man to embarrassingly climb down, than Heavens! Nevertheless, he made up for that with his dry runs; with him accompanied by his reindeer creating an unholy din over my roof tops I must say!

Thankfully, all this happened prior to Christmas itself, which as it happens in my case I never spend in Britain; as I’d long discovered, coming not long after my initial altercation with Santa that there isn’t just the one Santa Claus but a franchise of them with their own specific jurisdiction, and judiciously I make absolutely sure each year that I’m out of the jurisdiction of that Santa Claus who cocked it up for me all those years ago.

And so this poem, drawing on my own experience as a child, is written for and dedicated to all those who’ve been similarly hard done by an unforgivable Santa Claus or who are simply agnostic about them. And remember this; I got over my disappointment and so will you! Meanwhile, have a cracking Christmas all of you.

The several relevant articles that I’ve gone to great lengths to painstaking publish today Monday 21 December 2015 prior to these specific tweets that will subsequently be followed by the poem that I’ve written for the occasion and is entitled: “Mein Kampf! The unrivalled solution to the malignant plague of Yiddish Zionism” and all of which can be seen on my personal twitter site www.twitter.com/DerAkademiker and my doing so, in specific respect of these articles, primarily to preclude my having to give a detailed explanation as to why I don’t think that Germany should be obliged to carry on wearing sackcloth and ashes for Europe’s holocaust when those countries that are most insistent that it does are some of the very worst abusers of human rights and anything that is remotely associated with civilized behaviour, ought to assist you as to why I take the stance that I have done consistently in relation to Germany and will carry on doing so until, though very unlikely, these major world hypocrite nations change their own double standards tune and not only own up to but also make significant and justifiable reparations and a genuine apology for the war crimes, crimes against humanity and the systematic abuse and genocide that they’ve persistently in the past and still brazenly even now in the 21st Century carry on committing.

The poem referred to previously has come in the wake of the German government and the teaching associations here in Germany contemplating the unbanning of Hitler’s autobiography Mein Kampf that is analogous to ludicrously shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted, for it’s an open secret here in Germany that practically every German family has a private copy of Mein Kampf that was handed down to family members by parents or grandparents who were around at the time of its open and widespread popularly and were themselves also avid supporters of Adolf Hitler and the Third Reich. From a personal perspective I’ve read it in its original German, the copy of a very close friend of mine whose father was a senior officer in the German Armed Forces during World War II and I can find nothing wrong with Mein Kampf; and unapologetically don’t mind saying so.

However, Germany after the end of World War II was forced by the victors to do lots of things it shouldn’t have been made to do and banning Mein Kampf was one of them to placate the Zionists. Now the German authorities want to reinstate it but for all the wrong reasons I think, as I don’t believe it should ever have been banned; and these revolve around using Mein Kampf purportedly as a vehicle to stop extremist behaviour; conveniently overlooking the fact that it certainly wasn’t Mein Kampf that initiated extremism in Germany in the first place but the humiliating Treaty of Versailles for one that was a major factor in this German equation. Anyway, here’s my take on the issue.

Germany has much that on sober reflection it can by no means or proffered excuses remotely feel proud about but these acts of inhumanity to others and heinous criminal activities generally pale into insignificance when set against the sadistic and entrenched barbarism of the United States of America, Britain France, Zionist apartheid Israel and Belgium for example, notwithstanding their own multitudinous and dastardly deeds with their own characteristic, longstanding and ongoing pernicious pedigree, nevertheless from the podium of their sanctimonious soapboxes still think they’ve an intrinsic, divine, exceptionalist and exclusive right to lecture other nations not only on how they should behave in every category relating to their own international and even their domestic activities but also are individually entitled to arrogate to themselves, reserve and utilize the right they accord themselves to determine how this is done as well as to arbitrarily punish any country that’s out of favour with them and which they subjectively consider to be conducting itself in an errant fashion. And moreover do so with the unilateral and self-indulgent power that they grant to themselves and without ever perceiving it necessary to provide irrefutable proof that what they say has any basis of truth about it, that what they’re doing is absolutely essential or has any legal foundations to it. A classic case in my view that people living in glass houses shouldn’t asininely throw stones at other peoples’ properties! Unfortunately however many western regimes including that of the United Kingdom are much too dumb to recognize the obvious.

Rape by any astute discernment is a most reprehensible crime physically and psychologically regardless of whom the perpetrator is, the circumstances in which the rape was carried out, or the victim, of whatever gender, to whom this monstrous travesty is barbarously inflicted on and should therefore be legally punished with the utmost severity. That is the rule of thumb of all civilized countries. Britain however that likes to consider itself as being a part of this cultured community has however lamentably departed from it and de facto introduced a get out clause for rapists but only if they’re exceedingly wealthy and have the right connections financially.

And that get out clause expressly stipulates that no British court or more fittingly no English ones, will find such appropriate rapists guilty if they can claim, however bizarrely and unconvincingly, that they didn’t effectively carry out that rape but that it was all down to their recalcitrant penis acting entirely, independently and insubordinately of its very own accord and wilfully penetrated the female in question. In other words penises are now legally recognized in England to have minds of their own that enable them to rather independently of their owners successfully and with a most astonishing precision embark on the flawless directional penetration of any obligatory vagina.

A brilliant development undoubtedly; but even so and advisedly as well you shouldn’t be too keen to try this new formula out if you’re Black, of some other ethnic minority or even white and from a council estate environment irrespective of whether you’re innocent or not of the offence with which you’re charged, for on much closer scrutiny this conspicuously Orwellian and Animal Farm situation is actually quite one-sided to whom it specifically addresses itself to and therefore from a distinctly English legal perspective its very much a case of “Some Penises are more important than Others!”

For all of age German females generally but most specifically the exceedingly charming, loving and truly memorable German ladies who at one time or another featured prominently in my life. My deepest, enduring and sincerest thanks to you all wherever you now are. Interestingly, why live an ordinary life when you could lead an extraordinary one? And it’s a certainty you incomparable and beautiful German females already know how to do the latter!

Throughout the 19th century it was quite commonplace for the feckless daughters of well-heeled, vaingloriously assertive and social-climbing Americans to be married off to the sons of the significantly impoverished so-called British aristocracy. A manifestly symbiotic relationship where the American half of these contrived unions got the purported social standing they craved and the British for their part got the money that they were after. And in 21st Century Britain many of those swaning around with their pretentious, discernibly ludicrous and quite risible to those that intelligently observe them airs and graces of class “superiority” owe their very existence to this calculatingly exercised prostitution - for that’s what it really amounted to – by these, shall we say, alleged ancestors bearing in mind the strong prevalence of the art of cuckolding of these males British aristos by several of these American imports who invariably didn’t marry for love or with any passion attached to these marital arrangements but in the adulterous stakes were to put it bluntly absolute thoroughbreds. And why I instinctively see these British toffs as essentially a load of bastards both literally and figuratively. Couldn’t resist that! The caste of females for these British aristos may have altered somewhat but isn’t it just amazing how some things in life continue to remain constant?

So why am I writing this poem? Well the genesis for it goes back some two decades. I had decided to return to full time study from my teaching because I wanted to train as a journalist and so took an extended sabbatical for this. And at the outset of my journalistic training I met a Black Barbadian female who was also on the course. Other than our common Bajan ancestry and the fact that she came from the same region of Barbados that my parents and a number of my relatives living in Barbados emanated from she was a truly good sport and we got on tremendously well and became firm friends. I also learnt that she had recently got engaged and the lucky guy was from the British aristocracy who I also met and became friends with. Anyway I learnt from both of them during one of our several conversations that from the perspective of his parents it hadn’t been all been plain sailing. Essentially when their relationship started to get serious he contacted his parents as he had long left home and told them he’d met this wonderful young lady and how much she meant to him. Like all interested parents his had asked to meet the young female who was his girlfriend then and suggested that he bring her to the family home. He mentioned this to his girlfriend and as she had no objection whatsoever to this it was agreed that they would go and visit his parents on a mutually agreed weekend, which they did. They arrived in the dead of night as the journey had been a long one from where they were, were let into the family home by one of the servants and because of the hour went straight to bed. So the first that his parents would see of this Bajan girl was when she was summoned down to breakfast by him the next morning.

Fast forward and the humorous account of what transpired we occasionally recount when we meet up each other. Everything is going swimmingly for them now they’re married and have a family of their own. But apparently you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife when this beautiful and absolutely graceful black female appeared for breakfast and met her boyfriend’s parents for the very first time. I asked him why he didn’t mention to his mum and dad that his intended was Black to which he promptly replied that sine he wouldn’t have been expected to state that she was white if that was her racial status he didn’t see any need for doing so because his girlfriend was Black; and since this guy quite frankly didn’t then and still to this day doesn’t have a solitary racist bone in his entire body I could see, understand and appreciate where he was coming from.

Several years later when I moved to Germany to live and work there just about 14 months after I’d been in the country I quite accidentally met this absolutely gorgeous female who subsequentlay became my Partner. Nothing untoward in that as pleasurable accidents do happen, but when we somehow coincidentally seem to keep bumping into each other at the same place something concrete had to be done about that and it quite satisfactorily was. Three months after that and with us mutually seeing quite a lot of each other she asked if I would like to spend the upcoming Easter at her parents’ home in the country. I asked her if she was quite sure about that as I hadn’t previously met them because she and I lived in different parts of Germany from them, to which she responded: “Of course! Why else would I ask you?” I smiled but she could sense that something was circulating through my head that I hadn’t mentioned. And in her frank manner she literally told me to spit it out. So I related the story and experience of my Bajan friend; she saw the funny side of it and assured me that outspoken as she’d got to know I was there wouldn’t be any altercations with her family as they already knew who and what I was, and even if they didn’t it wouldn’t make the slightest bit of difference to them.

The Easter holiday was fantastic, a gathering of the family clan as it were, and my hosts were quite superb. And what better environment could two people very much in love with each other actually want? However as we strolled through the grounds of the family estate, came to this splendid lake that formed a part of it and sat down surveying the picturesque scene before us and contrasting the difference in reactions to what my Bajan friend had initially received on meeting her future in-laws and our own position I thanked her and told her how grateful I was for all that had happened. She smiled warmly and reciprocated my feelings adding that the only worry and fleetingly so initially was that I would head back to England for Easter and not taken up her invitation. I explained that wasn’t an option but jokingly queried what she would do had I done so? “I would have considered your behaviour most unbecoming and thoroughly unforgivable,” she laughed. Hence the title of this poem and consciously looking at it from an entirely different perspective than our own. For I instinctively knew what my partner meant and gave her a massive hug. Well what else do you want to know as it’s none of your business what transpired after that? So there!

And although these two specific relationships I’ve mentioned here in these tweets are functioning as admirably as we could ever have wished them to I know that there are many of you out there not as fortunate as we are and who haven’t the willpower to take your destiny into your own hands and map the course of your own lives; and hopefully what you’ve read here will give you the courage to do so. And at this Christmas season of goodwill: “Have a Happy Christmas and a rewarding New Year!”

About Me

I'm a highly intelligent, articulate and well-educated human being with an intuitive but enterprising sense of responsibility and a strong moral compass that instinctively demarcates what's right and wrong.
Trust, confidentiality and having the courage, regardless of what I do, to formulate and stand by my own personal convictions are key aspects of my life and, unsurprisingly, are also principal characteristics I attach great importance to and naturally expect from those who want to play a meaningful role in my life.
I don't suffer fools gladly, in fact not at all and most definitely haven’t got any interest in or time for egotists, time-wasters, attention seekers or the narcissistic.
Furthermore, I’m an adult and in my private and professional lives prefer to deal with genuine adults, so anyone who wants to act childishly and thinks they can have any kind of relationship with me, then you’re wrong!
And my advice to you in that regard is to go and enrol in a kindergarten as you'll possibly have better luck there.
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